She sat bowed like an old woman. He had seen! And instead of being angry on his own account, he was concerned only on hers. She was his own beloved wife. He was—hers to take or leave!
Suddenly a great sob broke from her. She laid her face down upon the note she held....
There came a low knock at the door that divided her room from the one adjoining. She started swiftly up as one caught in a guilty act.
"Can I come in?" Field said.
She made some murmured response, and he opened the dividing door. A moment he stood on the threshold; then he came quietly forward. He carried her cloak upon his arm.
He deposited it upon the back of a chair, and came to her. "I hoped you would be in bed," he said.
"I am trying—to get warm," she muttered almost inarticulately.
"Have you had a hot drink since your accident?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I told West—I couldn't."
He turned and rang the bell. He must have seen his note tightly grasped in her hand, but he made no comment upon it.